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I am a cheerful and calm person who doesn't get angry easily but just his p...
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They say, Mirror shows your true self
Some says, Mirror shows your broken self that only you can identify
A mirror, that would laugh when you laugh, cry when you cry
It's not the mirror that shows who you are, it's your own vision that determines who you are.
The mirror just molds your imagination into an image that you think of
This mirror in front of me has seen me grow up, it has witnessed my happy moments, my sad memories. When I won my first basketball match and was jumping on the bed, when I scored less marks in science in elementary school and cried on bed
When my father gifted me a cap even though I failed to get 1st rank
It has seen me cry and then go numb when I lost my father and isolated myself
This mirror is like a box of secrets of mine, if it could talk then i would be scared my whole life with the fear of it revealing my secrets. Yet everyday I stand in front of it, like I am writing a journal of the day
My image is dim, even with the vibrant colors I wear I could feel them dull and cold. That's why it's better to just wear neutral colors instead of thinking that something is wrong with myself
As I walk downstairs the faint humming sound comes to my ears. I would recognise this voice even in my sleep, keeping my bag on the couch I walk towards the kitchen and I was right
Liam, my older brother, is making us breakfast while humming to a song on his headphones. The highest possibility is that song belongs to Chase Atlantic
Typical Wednesday Morning
After Liam graduated University, he moved out to an apartment which is close to his workplace. He works under our mother Emily Carter's company NYX and he is one of the Head illustrators there.
Busy with work and all, he wouldn't forget to come back home at least twice or thrice a week to have breakfast or dinner with us as a family. Today is one of the days
I peek over his shoulder to take a glance of what he is making, pancakes? Ofcourse, mom's favorite
"Done?" He calls out making me flinch, he smirks looking at me with the corner of his eye. I scoff and step away as he removes his headphones and looks at me
He keeps his smirk on while leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. It would be a lie if I don't say that he looks like our dad. That same facial features, eyes and even habits.
Dad always made pancakes for mom on Wednesdays
Sometimes it feels nice to have him around, it would make me miss dad less but it's also a pain to be reminded of him because my brother is his copy
